// Start a tiny riot //
He can scarcely accept the kiss around the effervescent joy that breaks free of him the moment she yanks him back, apparently dissatisfied with the speed of his ongoing return. He tries though, cheeks puffing with the effort, but she'll likely find more teeth than lip with the way his face has stolen the line of it in a blazing grin. He hums into the offer, the giddiness simmering into the edge of her nose as he lingers with her, capturing it a moment longer with a hand to her chin, trying to plant tenderness amid the frivolity.
It sticks, the low warmth of her affection, and he settles back into cradling her like they're the only two things alive in this fabric universe they've built. Even though he doesn't need to anymore, he still finds himself caught in the old habit of trying to grab moments with her that he wants to suspend forever. Right now, this is one of them. She's stunning like this—not dressed in armor or dancing in spotlight, but wrapped in sweats and a soft comfort that disguises its effort. The green wash of the stars coats her in an otherworldly glow, constellations scattered across skin that's endured storms and scars yet still gleams bright. What undoes him most is that for all her strength, she leans on him, and he can hold her—that together they knot into something that feels invincible.
The moment doesn't stand still though, of course it doesn't. It doesn't scare him though, like before, because more of them will come spilling in, a stream now instead of rain he's trying to collect between each downpour.
"No waaaaay," he laughs, his chest jostling her with it so that the starlight flickers back and forth against her. "The best thing about toads is they stay on the ground. If it could fly I'd never get to eat gummy worms in peace again." Rupert is hardly a one of a kind thief, he suspects. "A dragon though..." His humor fades into a thoughtful hum. "I will get one, someday." It's said quieter, but braided with a determination that isn't about if, but when. "You don't think Spice will get jealous though?"
His gaze is already drifting across all the different plains of her when she twists around, mischief uncurling beneath her excited offer like shadows around the moon. He holds steady on the spark of her sea-green eyes as they become utterly vibrant, the sort of shine they always get when she's plotting adventure, the entire world her backyard. "That literally sounds like the perfect way to get eaten alive," he moans, flopping his head away from her and against his shoulder, like maybe she adheres to monster rules and not being able to see her means she can't see him and come up with death-defying trauma she'll label as a vacation. "I like your idea about seeing whales much better."
When she melts against him again, his head turns back towards her, the faintest smile coming in as she irons out his sternum. In many ways, she's been doing just that to his heart, and though some of the crease lines will never completely fade, they're harder to spot than before. As her fears slip out, the hand he's been trailing along her side stills, all of him crisp with attention. "What makes it enough?" he asks after a moment, hid voice smaller than he meant it to be, barely rolling out into the space and daring the moment to get sharper than this, to cut deeper into her than it already has. His hand lifts, smoothing out the hair against her temple, fingers brushing gently through her static-touched curls. He doesn't have any night lights he can give her for those fears.
Just then, the star he never quite finished pressing up falls with a muffled thunk near them. He lurches upright, dragging her with him. "A shooting star!" His voice cracks with the kind of breathless urgency reserved for battle or treasure. "QUICK, make a wish!" That they aren't real, doesn't much seem to matter right now.
It sticks, the low warmth of her affection, and he settles back into cradling her like they're the only two things alive in this fabric universe they've built. Even though he doesn't need to anymore, he still finds himself caught in the old habit of trying to grab moments with her that he wants to suspend forever. Right now, this is one of them. She's stunning like this—not dressed in armor or dancing in spotlight, but wrapped in sweats and a soft comfort that disguises its effort. The green wash of the stars coats her in an otherworldly glow, constellations scattered across skin that's endured storms and scars yet still gleams bright. What undoes him most is that for all her strength, she leans on him, and he can hold her—that together they knot into something that feels invincible.
The moment doesn't stand still though, of course it doesn't. It doesn't scare him though, like before, because more of them will come spilling in, a stream now instead of rain he's trying to collect between each downpour.
"No waaaaay," he laughs, his chest jostling her with it so that the starlight flickers back and forth against her. "The best thing about toads is they stay on the ground. If it could fly I'd never get to eat gummy worms in peace again." Rupert is hardly a one of a kind thief, he suspects. "A dragon though..." His humor fades into a thoughtful hum. "I will get one, someday." It's said quieter, but braided with a determination that isn't about if, but when. "You don't think Spice will get jealous though?"
His gaze is already drifting across all the different plains of her when she twists around, mischief uncurling beneath her excited offer like shadows around the moon. He holds steady on the spark of her sea-green eyes as they become utterly vibrant, the sort of shine they always get when she's plotting adventure, the entire world her backyard. "That literally sounds like the perfect way to get eaten alive," he moans, flopping his head away from her and against his shoulder, like maybe she adheres to monster rules and not being able to see her means she can't see him and come up with death-defying trauma she'll label as a vacation. "I like your idea about seeing whales much better."
When she melts against him again, his head turns back towards her, the faintest smile coming in as she irons out his sternum. In many ways, she's been doing just that to his heart, and though some of the crease lines will never completely fade, they're harder to spot than before. As her fears slip out, the hand he's been trailing along her side stills, all of him crisp with attention. "What makes it enough?" he asks after a moment, hid voice smaller than he meant it to be, barely rolling out into the space and daring the moment to get sharper than this, to cut deeper into her than it already has. His hand lifts, smoothing out the hair against her temple, fingers brushing gently through her static-touched curls. He doesn't have any night lights he can give her for those fears.
Just then, the star he never quite finished pressing up falls with a muffled thunk near them. He lurches upright, dragging her with him. "A shooting star!" His voice cracks with the kind of breathless urgency reserved for battle or treasure. "QUICK, make a wish!" That they aren't real, doesn't much seem to matter right now.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
